|| TWINJ OS: Unknown paths ❤️ || Updated Part 5 Page6 - Page 2

Originally posted by: Ethereal.Surbhi

wow another awesome update
just loved it
pls update soon
thnx

Originally posted by: asmaanixx

First of all, welcome to the forum! 🤗

Secondly, this was a pretty cool piece. The anxiety and apprehension in entering the relationship in such a physical manner has been brought out beautifully. The room is not merely a space that they have to now occupy, but rather it symbolizes the new dimension in their relationship that they have entered as well. It is especially foreign for Twinkle because she has never been in Kunj's room nor lived in the Sarna house before. It is a physical space that she now has to claim her own. Similarly, the relationship that she has entered not only with Kunj but the other members of the family are also foreign to her and she must work hard to claim them her own. For Kunj, although the room has always been his, he now has to share not only the space inside it but adjust living with someone in an incredibly intimate manner.

Thirdly, try to be a lot more active on the forum even if it is you writing stories. The forum just feels so empty to me without pieces running about. 😆

P.S. I apologize for the ramble. With midterms, assignments and final exams coming up, my brain is working in overdrive by analyzing every little thing. 😆

Originally posted by: pkaur92

Thank you so much!!!

Part 3

"Twinkle, you surely don't think that Kunj did all that to you? I mean look at him! Just look at the guy! Even if he himself says this, I will not believe him. Kunj is the most genuine person I have ever met. He is the only man I have seen respecting ladies genuinely and ensuring that their say matters." Chinki was crying profusely whilst talking to Twinkle. Twinkle and Chinki were still gasping in horror at what had just happened. Yuvi had kidnapped Chinki and tried to force himself upon her. If Kunj had not arrived at time, who knows what Yuvi would had ended up doing?

Twinkle was still gathering her thoughts and trying to mentally recreate the farm house scene in her mind, when she heard the kirtan (sikh hymns) on the TV. Her mother had put the TV on and they were all listening to the live broadcast from the Golden Temple. She thought back to all those times she tried to get WaheGurujee's blessings for her and Yuvi and how it never seemed to happen, yet whenever Kunj was with her, she always ended up at WaheGurujee's door without any troubles. Surely this was a sign! Why was she looking for evidence and proof from others that Kunj didn't do this? All she needed was the voice from her inside! How could she let herself even believe for a second that Kunj would do this? The guy who would take all the blame everytime something happened to them...the guy who would support her in meeting her crazy boyfriend...the guy who ran to save her sister's honour...the guy who...oh the list was endless! Kunj could never do it! Although there is no proof...Hell I don't need any proof! My heart, my gurujee, my mind says Kunj can never do it. Doesn't matter what it looked like, doesn't matter what everyone said, doesn't matter what I said at the time, im going to make sure that Kunj doesn't feel guilty for something he never did.

Back to the present scene...

Twinkle got up and went over to Kunj who was now laying peacefully on the sofa cum bed. Her whole attire made it hard for her to move without making any noise but she was trying her best to make the least possible noise because from what it looked like, Kunj was already asleep. She bent over to move the few strands of hair that had fallen on Kunj's forehead and caressed his forehead. A faint smile appeared on Kunj's face. She bent further to place a light kiss on his forehead. The droplets from his wet hair passed onto Twinkle's nose and she giggled slightly. Kunj shifted in his bed and turned over to the side where Twinkle was standing. Twinkle took the benefit of this opportunity and plopped herself in the little space Kunj's turning over had created. She realised her massive dress wasn't going to make this easy, so she decided to get changed first.

Realising her suitcase was not even in her bedroom, she was left with no choice but to wear Mr. Kunj Sarna, her 6ft 2in husband's clothes. She opened the cupboard to find half the cupboard empty, to which she couldn't help but sigh Aww. "he cleared out half of his cupboard for me" she thought, and looked over to her husband sleeping peacefully. She picked out his grey pajamas with a white t-shirt. "It feels like I have just dropped a big mountain I was carrying" she thought after getting out of her wedding dress. But before she could reclaim her spot on her husband's sofa-cum-bed, something caught her eye...

There was something just under the corner of the bed which was reflecting. It seemed like a shiny paper. She went to have a look at it. Her lips formed the O position and the only word she managed to get out was "Fish".

Quietly, she decided to put the paper back in its place. On returning, she found Kunj in the same position, to which she thanked her babaji. She quickly positioned herself in the small space Kunj had left her with, held Kunj's hand and brought it over her so it was resting on her waist hugging her entire body. She needed Kunj to know that she felt safe with him, without explicitly saying it to him. Kunj was always there for her, fulfilling every responsibility with his actions, and as they say, actions do speak louder than words. She closed her eyes and prayed to her babaji re: the paper she had just seen. She also prayed to God so her, their next morning would awaken them to a beautiful start of this new relationship, which will be based on trust and hoping that this unknown path becomes a treasure of excitements and surprises, starting with one from the newly-turned Mrs. Sarna to Mr. Sarna.

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So, tell me guys, do you want me to continue?

I originally intended it to be a Three-shot story but I enjoyed writing it a lot 😊

Thanks to everyone for the super nice comments 😳😳